Page 26 of Playing Hard to Get

One hand slid between me and the countertop. He touched me, reaching between my legs. I wanted to stop him, but then I felt it. Felt the wave of pleasure that hit me, jerking up my spine.

“Oh!”

“Shh, darlin’.” He swirled his fingers as he pumped in faster. And I was close, so close.

I wanted it.

I needed it.

I closed my eyes, tried to let go, tried to lose control. But whatever it was that built inside of me festered like an open wound. Mitch stifled a groan on my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my skin. “So fucking good, Viv. So fucking good, I can’t stop,” he muttered, a chant, a prayer across his lips. He stiffened, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he thrust once, twice, then stilled against my back. His breath was ragged as he showered kisses across my neck, then slid in, then out, then again and again, the motion slow and sinful, leaving me teetering on the edge.

“Did you come for me, sweet girl?” His guilty eyes met mine, crushing me from the inside out.

“No.” It hurt to say, hurt to admit this was the end. I wanted to lie, but my mind wouldn’t let me.

Mitch pulled out, leaving me wanting, cold air hitting my skin where his body had warmed me. But as fast as he took me, he spun me around. “Not done yet, then.”

“Mitch—”

“No, shh.” He lifted me onto the counter, nudged himself between my legs. And he was there again, those fingers swirling against my sensitive spot, touching me where no one had touched me before. He dipped two fingers in, and I gasped as his thumb pressed hard against my clit. “Let it go, darlin’, give it to me.”

Stars raced across my eyes, dragging sweet bliss straight out of me as I rode the force of his hand, his fingers curling, hitting the spot inside me that made everything explode. My moan was stifled with his lips, my breath hitching like he was stealing it from me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as my body was wracked with pleasure.

“Oh, God, Mitch.” I clung to him, pulled him to me, kissed him hard, so hard it hurt.

For the first time, ever.

And I forgot how to breathe.

Mitch pulled his fingers out of me and chuckled. I watched his gorgeous face as he slid his fingers into his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Mmm.” He hummed around his fingers, his tongue lapping over his skin. “Tastes so good, sweet girl.”

“Mitch!” I pulled my eyes away from his. My face warmed, burning hot. Mitch pulled my chin to him and kissed me hard. His tongue swept into my mouth and I pulled back with a grimace.

He grinned, looking at me through hooded eyes, trailing his fingers across my cheek. “I better get out there, yeah? Don’t want anyone thinking something’s going on in here.”

I nodded, biting my lip as he pulled up his pants. He stepped over to the toilet and wrapped his condom in a wad of toilet paper before stashing it in his pocket. “You might want to look away.”

“Oh, God.” I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my hands over my ears. I didn’t care that he was just inside of me, that we’d now had sex twice. I wasn’t ready for this. After a moment, Mitch’s body was against mine. I opened one eye and found him grinning at me, arms wrapped around my body as he washed his hands at the sink at my back. After wiping his hands on the towel on the wall, he turned to me.

“You’re amazing, darlin’. Loved watching you come for me.” He winked, then leaned in and pressed his lips to my throat. Without another word, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Hopping off the counter, I locked the door, then sank to the floor and buried my head in my knees. I was flying high and at the same time sinking with guilt and shame. I couldn’t believe I let Mitch fuck me in Frankie’s house. How could I face him again?

How could I face her?

How could I have let myself lose control?

After a moment, I collected myself, then cleaned myself up. I fixed my dress, smoothing it over my legs. I played with my hair, trying to fix the mess that it was, and decided it was better pulled across my shoulder. Just how Mitch had it. When my makeup and clothes were presentable and I’d procrastinated long enough, I finally pushed out of the bathroom.

I expected Frankie to be there, staring me down, blaming me for ruining her life. For taking her friend. But no one was in the hall. Everyone was talking and dancing in the dim light of the living room. I let my eyes sweep the room, searching until I found Mitch by the front door. He had his arm wrapped around Kimber’s shoulders, her head was leaning against him, and he was leading her out the door.

“Son of a bitch.” My stomach rolled, throat burned, skin crawled. I couldn't believe I let him touch me. Couldn't believe he’d fuck me and walk out with another woman less than ten minutes later.

I looked for Frankie and I found her across the room. Her brows furrowed the minute she saw me.